Revenge On My Feet Chapter 23

Revenge On My Feet Chapter 23

Once the ruling went public, the social media platforms took Renata’s posts down fast.

The school forum scrubbed my photos and videos as well.

People who had once laughed right along with her started saying they’d thought it was wrong even back then.

I didn’t answer any of them.

A conscience that arrived this late couldn’t change a thing.

Grayson posted a statement on his own social media account.

He didn’t discuss my body or spin my experience into some moving little story.

He only admitted that he had taken part in their so-called joke, and apologized for making excuses for their cruelty.

At the end, he wrote:

“She does not need to forgive me. I am not saying these things in exchange for a relationship.”

I read it, then closed the page.

And after that, he really didn’t come looking for me again.

He didn’t send messages through other people, and he didn’t wait for me at the restaurant.

He had finally learned to respect it when I said no.

On the day the project officially wrapped, I took the team to that same restaurant in the North End.

When the owner saw me, he just smiled and handed me a menu.

He said nothing about Grayson.

I ordered the dish I always used to get.

A colleague asked,

“Not lost in thought this time?”

I smiled.

“No.”

“It’s just a very good dish.”

Halfway through the meal, Yvonne took a call.

I ordered the dish I always used to get.

A colleague asked,

“Not lost in thought this time?”

I smiled.

“No.”

“It’s just a very good dish.”

Halfway through the meal, Yvonne took a call.

After she hung up, she set her phone down on the table.

“The National Disability Foundation reached out to WU.”

“Your donation came through.”

“The Renwick Group has decided to match the amount, and WU is willing to provide internship positions.”

“They want to build a career program for disabled graduates, and they’ve asked whether you’d be willing to help design it.”

I went still.

When I gave away that bonus, all I’d wanted was to keep the press conference from ending in a conversation about my prosthetic.

I never expected it to turn into something real.

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